| How to communicate a feeling
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| this empathy with non humans
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| to feel hatred towards your own kind
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| for these acts of betrayal
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| I am sickened by your smiles
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| and jokes at their expense
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| belittle rape and slavery
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| with little more than ignorance
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| (you say I am) belligerent and self righteous
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| sensitive and deluded
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| my words brushed off with platitudes
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| of maybes and unfeeling
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| We didn’t always feel this
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| We denied it like everyone else
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| It took time to make connections
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| and now we eat our bloody words
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| So quick to call us zealots
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| that we preach a false sermon
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| yet our conclusions came from learning
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| where our food comes from
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| we wrote a whole record
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| to this sickening industry
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| a choice to eat or a right to life?
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| it all comes down to this
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| A blot upon our record
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| taken down a peg or two
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| I am not a living grave
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| our very anatomy
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| herbivore
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| I am not a living grave
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| define our biology
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| herbivore
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| Their lives are in your hands
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| they’re in your throat, rotting inside of you. |